Since trouble was not about to walk up to her, it was time to find it herself. Whatever the threat, I would rather catch it unawares…
She reached down and picked up her pistol. No shots had been fired and a quick feel confirmed everything else was in place. However, it was time to arm up.
“Where can a gal like me get a blade,” Clara asked.
There was mumbling in the background of the call. She was expected that her sire had plenty to say on the matter.
“The South wing smoking room is our best guess,” Evelyn said. “You’re almost there.”
“Perfect,“ Clara said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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